Signs of weakness: Anger and -17By: .Summary: Monique and Ziva have an early morning tiff, Will the fight continue or Will they find away to apologize to one another?
Ziva walked into work with a bad attitude, throwing her go bag behind her desk and plopping down in her chair. Propping her feet up on her desk, she had half a mind to call Monique and give her a piece of her mind. Little did she know, she wouldn't have to make that phone call.
Monique Lisson strutted into the bullpen wanting to give her lover Ziva David a piece of her mind after the fight that had taken place this morning. She stopped dead in her tracks an inch closer to Ziva's desk. Her phone started to ring, the caller ID reading 'little ninja'. Monique answered the phone and placed it to her ear."Is this an apology?" Her voice sounded venomous."No the hell it isn't. If anyone should apologize it is you, yes?" Ziva snapped continued this little back and forth banter before Ziva realized Monique's voice had a slight echo. She quickly spun around in her chair and hung up her cell."What the hell are you doing here?" Ziva shouted, standing to her feet as she balled her fists in anger."I came here to discuss our little disagreement this morning. Care to join me in a bit more private setting?" Monique asked, her tone changed slightly to a more calm sense of civilized conversation.
Ziva strode over to Monique grabbing her by the arm and dragging her off to the elevator. Once inside Ziva flipped the switch and stared into Monique's eyes waiting for her to start this discussion. Monique bit her bottom lip before pushing Ziva against the elevator wall, kissing her passionately and sliding her hand down her lover's cargo pants to insert her fingers inside Ziva's heated center. Ziva moaned at the sensation. Still angry she roughly grabbed Monique's hair and pulled hard forcing her to break the kiss. Ziva panted as she was being pleasured.
"Fuck!" Monique moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure."Does that hurt?" Ziva whispered breathlessly, her voice holding a playful tone in her was unable to stay mad at Monique for long periods of time, especially when she did spontaneous things like this."Yes, but I assure you it is most pleasurable as well, ahuvi!" Monique retorted, still thrusting and curving her fingers inside of her lover.
Ziva became unable to control herself, thrusting her hips hard into Monique's hand. It didn't take long for Ziva to reach her climax, screaming out Monique's name as she came hard and fast around her fingers.
"Ziva, I am sorry..." Monique breathed hotly into her lovers ear, knowing that she had been in the wrong.
"Monique! Fuck, this is..." Ziva cried out, tears streaming down her face as her body went limp and she clung to Monique's form for support.
"This is what?" Monique asked quite curious as to what her lover was going to say.
"This is why I can never stay mad at you, we fight about the smallest of things and then you apologize in the most creative ways." Ziva sighed, looking up into her lovers eyes.
"So does this mean my apology is accepted?" Monique asked cheekily, smiling as she looked into Ziva's dark chocolate orbs.
"Yes, you are forgiven... Time for me to say I am sorry too, yes?" Ziva replied pinning Monique against the opposite wall, looking into her eyes as she smiled mischievously as she made a mental note: "Saying you're sorry doesn't always mean you are showing signs of weakness."
To be continued... Maybe lol.